These are from the perspective of the refugees we met while serving at the Clarkston apartment complex.
My name is Thai and I'm 7 years old. My mom and dad moved me and my little sister here from Thailand 4 years ago. I don't remember my country very much but I like living here in the refugee home.
My name is Sathiya and I'm 8 years old. I'm from Nepal and I live here in Clarkston with my cousins and older brothers. I have a little sister in Pennsylvania, she's 6 years old. I miss her. I miss home. I love to play and make bead bracelets! And momos and chili are my favorite foods.
Hi my name is Choi. My wife and I fled North Korea to escape from war and the corrupt communist leaders that ruled that country. We are currently living in the US and trying to adapt to this country and culture. Looking for work and striving to put food on the table has been a challenge but I'm looking forward to making a new life as a free man.
My name is Pao. I'm from Burma. Whenever people meet me they love to give me hugs. It's one of my favorite things because sometimes I don't feel loved at home. Walking around the apartment complex with my arms open, I love when people notice me.
My name is August. I can't speak the language and my parents fled the country because of oppression from the government in Iran. I have two shirts in my closet and a worn out pair of rubber flip flops. I am tender hearted, a gypsy even. I am used to being independent and left alone while my parents file for social security and search for a place to get identification. When people interact with me, I hold on to them and wish they would stay. I crave stability and a place to call home.
My name is Piang and I am 10 years old. My family came here when I was very little. I don't know where my dad is but I love my mommy. I want her to be happy again. I love playing and kicking the ball around outside because it helps me not think of bad things.
My name is Zaire, I am from Berundi. I moved here when I was 8 years old after my family was displaced due to tribal wars surrounding my village. Life changed drastically for me after coming to America, the cultural differences are very extreme. I am not sure what home is anymore.
We were not sure what to expect when we pulled up to the Clarkston apartments in Atlanta. Walking onto the playground, we were immediately greeted with open arms and curiosity. Hearing the stories of some of the children and parents not only touched our hearts, but opened our perspectives to the very real and sometimes very hard lives of refugees.